So, Duane Scott featured my Pleasantly Disturbed Thursday post from last week on his blog today.
What an honor to be told by the master of disturbed writing that my piece was a gem.
But what does that mean for my blog today?
I worry about what to write each of the other days of the week … jotting down ideas all the time, synthesizing, planning which post is written when; but come Thursday and I know I am covered.
I don’t have to think.
I just write.
Whatever comes to mind. That’s the beauty of rambling. And also its downside.
It’s addictive.
I can’t stop this mental diarrhea from spewing itself all over this page.
It’s like asking me to stop eating good food — which, by the way, I’m learning is becoming much of a problem.
Even when I know I should stop … even when my hypothalamus signals to my brain that I am full, I want one more bite.
Just the last one I promise myself … as if somehow it will satiate my soul for perpetuity.
That one extra bite that will magically hard code the taste into my tongue.
Of course that doesn’t happen, but does it stop me from wanting … from craving … from lusting?
No!
It’s the same way I can’t stop pointing out errors — in spelling, grammar, and everything in between.
Some people would go to a restaurant, see a typo in the menu, and move on.
Not me.
I can’t stop myself from saying, “Really? They want to serve up deserts? Hmmm…let’s see. Maybe I’ll take Sahara — do you want Gobi?”
Same thing when people talk.
When you say, “Meet me in the morning at 10 a.m.” — the a.m. part really isn’t necessary! And yes, I will repeat it after you and tell you it’s redundant.
While it’s fresh in my mind — no, we can’t cooperate separately, so please don’t tell me we need to cooperate together.
Cooperating together reminds me — you know what doesn’t go together?
Tomatoes and parathas.
If you’ve never had parathas, you won’t get it, but those of you who have eaten those stuffed delicacies that make your heart swell with happiness and your stomach bloat with gas, will agree that squishy tomatoes stuffed inside crispy, flaky, downright delicious flatbread is a crime.
It’s good to experiment … but don’t put it on a restaurant menu unless it’s declared palatable by at least five people not related to you!
Talking about palatable stuffings — I “invented” a new kind of stuffed mushrooms the other night.
Story goes such: bought regular variety button mushrooms, hubby said he wanted to eat them stuffed, I looked
at him nonplussed, searched the internet, all vegetarian recipes required ingredients not in stock at home, boiled potatoes, added spices, onions, sauteed in butter and stuffed them in those tiny mushroom holes, squeezed some lemon on top and voila!
I figured everything tastes good when potatoes and butter are involved, so why not use those golden tenets to come up with something that’s still not available as a recipe on the intertubes?
Don’t they look appetizing?
If you want the step-by-step recipe (with photos) mail me a SASE envelope and a $5 check.
How did we get here?
Aah! I was telling you about my post from last week being featured on Duane’s blog.
Well, if you managed to read all the way to here (or those of you with structured brains and no sense of humor who skipped to this line, now really isn’t the time to start reading), I’m sure you’ll enjoy paying a visit to Duane’s blog today and discovering other absolutely disturbed, but pleasantly so, bloggers.
Until next time,
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I couldn’t agree more with the bit about "tomatoes and parathas" not-going-well-together .
Must you always decide what I will have for lunch ?
-anon1
At least you don’t skip lunch like I do on most days!
Fun Mansi, here’s one from me to you; "I’m married to my wife/husband" Really I thought you were married to your girlfriend!! LOL
Hugs,
Bill
Eek!
But I have to confess, it made me laugh